Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever missed by those who don’t speak to me anymore.
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Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever missed by those who don’t speak to me anymore.
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"you don't owe anyone anything" You are a tar pit. Speak for yourself. I personally owe the cafe employees my dishes put away and my friends a listening ear and small scared insects a cup and a gentle trip outside. Hyperindividualism is a rancid infection borne of capitalism and willfully misinterpreted therapyspeak and I will defy it by continuing to be kind regardless of whether or not it benefits me personally
fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this
i like when you’re in the grocery store and you see people buying eggs because they always pick up the carton and then open it like it’s a metal briefcase full of cash involved in a drug deal and they’re confirming it’s money. “don’t bother counting it, it’s all there. 12.” then they always pick one up and inspect it like, “yeah, it’s grade A alright…the real deal.”
Y’all have no idea what people be going thru. Be kind.
C.S. Lewis once wrote,
"I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief"
And I think we all needed to hear that.
Life is short, but also like terribly and insufferably long at the same time
"If my energy doesn't wake you up,
I'm not for you.
If my mind doesn't inspire you,
don't force the connection.
If my thought doesn't make you think deeper,
it's no point in keeping me in mind.
If my passion doesn't move you,
then you better change your direction.
If my presence doesn't help you evolve,
my absence certainly will.
If my love doesn't open your heart permanently, another love will.
Go and find what vibrates your being,
don't even stop to look behind you.
One of the greatest acts of love is letting go.
The vibration doesn't lie.
Trust your process. "
"If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is grass in the beginning." - Vincent Van Gogh
Painting: "Wheatfield with a Reaper" by Vincent van Gogh
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jihyun yun some are always hungry: "reversal" (via @feral-ballad) \\ x \\ louise glück averno: "persephone the wanderer" \\ charles bukowski come on in!: "hurry slowly" (via @tamsoj) \\ jihyun yun some are always hungry: "reversal" (via @feral-ballad) \\ julie myerson sleepwalking
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